Six hours in Birmingham airport just to ride on one of those crappy little express planes home. I swear this plane should have been called the Big Bopper. All I know is that now my friday is over before it began. I was hoping to have one last hurrah at Perm and Theed’s pad, but I may be out of luck.
On another note, the weeks activities have ramped up tensions on my project to a yet unreached level. I can only wait and see what fun awaits us monday morning in kansas city. Basically, it is becoming pretty clear that whatever path this project takes, the people I work with are only going to get more difficult to handle. I guess in some sick, demented way, that is why I love what I do.
I think I need to go to Australia……………………….